i'm sick
the morning makes it hard
for me to breathe
there is absence
and there is you.
life tends to get in the way.
my way,
because i let it.
these shoes society bought me
don't fit
but i try daily anyway-
finding
that my toes would rather
the feeling of sand.
dirt. grass.
the image of toes rings
and funky colors in the sun.
i feel you smiling
and it embraces me.
damn this world
and my idiotic mind!
telling me not to let go,
challenging me to prove my own.

this business suit may fit
but these give me blisters.
my hand that reaches out
has fingers
that dream of lingering on your body
writing a love story
upon your soul.

-a.